~Love thy self.

So wet without water,
So hot, yet cold.
Her skin tingles,
craving to be touched..

From deep inside
she moans in need.
Hungers for enjoyment
that only she can give.

She settles alone in bed,
Her mirror at her side.
Toys not for children
come out to play.

Joy can be so heavenly,
when you know what you want.
How to touch~
To taste~
To bring yourself alive and hungering
always wanting more.

staiNed...